Alright alright- Bear with me here. Could I perhaps ask for a Yandere LU Chain, where Reader is like HUGE adventurer. Kinda like Wild in his game, exploring everywhere and stuff. But one day maybe Reader gets hurt on an adventure by a black-blooded creature, and the Chain is bit too late to save them. So Reader is like Twilight for a bit, although maybe they can also recover due to the Chain likely supporting them as much if not more than with Twilight. How would the Chain react to this afterwards? Would they be relieved, angry, or...? Both? Tbh I think overprotectiveness would just go brrrr after this-
Also, love love LOVE your writing! Seriously, HOW DO YOU DO THIS MAGIC? It's put together so well and istg i get goosebumps sometimes from this stuff.
Thank you very much for requesting, and I hope you enjoy this very late reply!
Notes aka author ramblings: Apollo slapped me in the face with random energy and motivation to write this, the inspiration came along the way and faded a bit more towards the end, so please take that into consideration 😭
Basically I wrote this on the span of 2-3 hours
What may look like a few plot holes was some ties I left untied on purpose because I felt like it'd probably sound too much like an info dump in the oneshot
But I have so many thoughts
And yes reader's codename is Stray
TWs: Light yanderism, blood and wounds (not graphic), mentioned spiders, bullying, childhood trauma and exclusion.
Yandere! LU! Chain x Reader
Stray at heart, collared in body.
The world is big and full of stuff, and to say that you loved to explore it would be an understatement. Sometimes it felt like your biggest love was for adventuring, cause’ of course it was! How could anyone not love to find new places, objects, people— Even animals and magical creatures!
It was the type of subject that got you rambling and all excited.
Of course, you weren't exactly one of those pure born hyruleans, you weren't even from Hyrule, for starters, so you lacked the elegant pointy ears, and, well, the actual magic and luck that came with being one so close to Hylia as the race that descended from the Goddess herself.
That definitely hindered your explorations, leaving you bare handed when it came to healing and all things good and helpful for explorers like you. Still, none of that ever stopped you.
Actually, it was the thing that moved you to start in the first place, back when you were very young.
Back then, in the village you came from yet never considered home, the whole place felt filled to the brim with boredom-inducing stillness — or so you remembered, and so your childish eyes told you — you felt like it wasn't worth staying there.
It was going to be still and empty of fun forever, you could never be happy staying locked down there when so many new and yet ancient things were waiting for you everywhere else!
Needless to say, your head was constantly in the clouds, though, maybe that was a good thing after a while. It certainly shielded you from feeling too lonely when you started to actually notice you were being excluded by the rest of the children.
The stares and quiet giggles weren't easy to bear, but you just learned to deal with them with time, keeping yourself focused on your future instead, the future you wanted to build far away from that place.
Of course, as you are now today, and after learning about and interacting with so many different cultures, learning what you could from their knowledge, some things stuck with you.
Like the knowledge that now you had, that the children weren't ever the ones at fault in the first place.
Their stares and giggles mainly mimicked, almost perfectly, the ones who teached them to act that way, their glares and mockery.
Sometimes you wondered how your own parents managed to cope with being badly spoken about in the mouths of other adults from that village, the ones who insisted in believing your restless adventurous spirit from such a young age could be nothing else but bad parenting or a curse to the family.
You used to believe it, wish it was real and you either were or had a curse. That would mean that you at least had a percentage of magic in your veins, even if it wasn't exactly the best type.
Because it turns out, you didn't fit in with the most of Hyrule, either. Your normalness kept them away just like your strangeness used to keep away those around you during your childhood.
In fact, that acquired you the nickname of “Stray”.
Stray. Stray because at heart, no matter the community you shoved your way into, you didn't truly belong anywhere. You belonged to the world around you, and nothing could force that out of you.
It was deeply etched into your very soul.
Well, a group of people begged to differ.
You've heard of a “hero” and a “triangle trio” thing more than a few times already when you roamed the remaining villages of Hyrule, but the last thing you were expecting to find was nine heroes traveling together in a group.
However, none of them belonged here anymore, and so that spoke directly to your inner child, the one who was used to being the only one, always related to some synonym of lonely.
You were often called “Stray” by them rather than your own name, but you still wore the name with pride, because now you were in no way the only stray present anymore.
They were also the reason you stopped wishing for a curse of a magic of some kind. Because you were more than aware that then they'd also have to force you into an imprisonment of some kind.
Still, you already felt achieved.
What else could you wish for? You were finally able to explore to your heart's content.
Though not without many worried glances and startled yells sent your way every time you got near anything that left you endangered in some way.
And the best part, you weren't shunned anymore.
At least not by them. Villager's still gave you uneasy and passive aggressive glances.
The one you were probably the closest to was the one named “Wild”, or so they called him — calling all of them “Link” wasn't ideal — after all, out of all of them, he was the one who was most in tune with you.
You were both from the same time period, which already differed from the others, but he wasn't able to fit in anymore due to his lack of ties to any community.
Of course, you were more than aware you still weren't the same. If he tried, he'd still be able to settle down anywhere he wanted, but he still had a job to do which rendered him unable to do so, therefore you made yourself believe you were still alike in some way.
It would hurt too much to not do so, your sanity was at sake here.
They made it so easy too. being all friendly and welcoming. You finally felt at home, in peace.
What else could you truly wish for?
Although, maybe singing victory and yapping about happiness wasn't the smartest idea when they were all in a dangerous mission. And you, of course, were involved.
You were all exploring — or rather, just walking through — a forest on the way to some village at the very ends of Hyrule.
The people of that village didn't travel much, but they had something your group wanted, therefore, your group had to go to them instead.
Being the dumbass, air head, you were, instead of walking in the middle of the moving crowd of fully capable heroes, you found yourself roaming the edges, gawking at whatever you could see yet not reach for past the edges of the path you were all following.
Time was keeping his eye on you — the only working one he had — the whole time, making sure you wouldn't wander off. You felt like a kid.
And just like a kid, the very moment he got distracted, killing a Skulltula, you wandered off.
However, turns out there wasn't just one spider.
The forest was infested, which definitely explained why the village folk were so against the idea of wandering too far past the starts of the foliage and the big thick bushes surrounding and protecting the narrow path you traveled by.
Didn't take too long for you to be found by something else rather than your friends, who by now, must have been definitely looking for you.
They never took long to notice your disappearances, the opposite actually, which used to annoy you a lot since Wild never had to face the same overprotectiveness. Not even Wind!
Now, your desire to prove them wrong brought you face to face with one of said spiders.
Maybe they weren't that wrong...?
And, just you luck! The thing undoubtedly had black blood.
Just like a kid, you failed to remember or acknowledge the fact your group just happened to be chased by those types of monsters earlier, some still following you.
It just slipped your mind, completely.
Just like you slipped on the mud on your way out of the trees and back to the narrow path where your friends’ yells and blurry faces were awaiting and rushing towards you worriedly.
When did it start raining enough to create mud?
The mud smelled metallic.
Your memory was blurry, the world itself felt blurry.
Still, you half remembered, like a far away memory, stumbling out of the thick bushes and into many arms, blood equally as thick dripping from a gash in your abdomen like a waterfall in a rainy — stormy, more like — day.
Then, like a blink, a very long blink, your consciousness was gone.
It took an overly long while for you to wake up. It felt like sleeping during a rainy night, you never wanted to wake up the morning after, and even if you felt like waking up was the best idea, your body refused to open it's eyes.
Only difference was that for you it felt like an overly long rainy night, and like you spent the following week still asleep.
At some point sleeping even became boring.
And you had 9 voices in your head telling you to wake up “please”, when they weren't chatting — worriedly, most of the time — amongst each other. Didn't sound like the usual, to be honest.
When you did come to it, it was in a slow, painful way.
Your head felt like someone banged their shield against it multiple times. If bone was able to bleed, your skull would have been bleeding.
Your eyes also felt tired, despite having just woken up from a long, restless and dreamless nap.
However, your throat felt surprisingly fine, and so did the rest of your body, though you felt numb and weak.
Instantly, your senses were crowded by familiar scents a bit too close to you.
Twilight's was the one which overwhelmed the others, and was paired with the feeling of fur and warmth, overwhelming warmth.
Your body definitely felt too hot. that much you could tell. Though the sight of the many blankets, coats and furs — one specific dark gray fur, actually — explained that, and also the weight on top of you.
With some strain and trembling limbs, you sat up. Instantly regretting it when the sleepy feeling which was still clouding your mind and leaving your movements sluggish got torn away from your body by the force of a sharp pain on your abdomen, strong enough to challenge the dull one still hammering inside your head.
You made a groan of pain and pushed the pile of warmth on top of you to the side, making it fall off the cot you were laying in, exposing the reason for your pain.
This triggered a gasp from somewhere near you. You didn't pay attention, too focused on the strange sight of a large bandaged wound on your belly.
“Stray! You're awake! You're finally awake...” The voice came from above, you could recognize the soft yet shaky tone of Hyrule.
Yet the body which wrapped around your shoulders carefully, and clearly as gently as possible, were definitely from Sky.
“We thought we wouldn't be able to…” Sky swallowed some of his shaky words, trying to spare you from listening to his rambling and sobbing at the same time.
Hyrule grabbed your hand on the bed, opposite to Sky's side.
“You're even worse than Twilight in the “no response to potions or enchantments” aspect…” He gave you a weak smile, now you could guess why it took you so long to wake up.
They had to resort to different methods to try and keep you alive.
You made a face and nodded slowly, also leaning a bit more into Sky now that you weren’t that surprised anymore.
It took less than about 2 minutes for the rest of the group to come back to see you, which was quite curious for you, considering there weren't any messages exchanged through anyone — Sky and Hyrule refused to leave your side, and nobody else was around — and they were all the way out of camp and into a village's market.
Guess you'd never know how they found out.
Your recovery took far longer to finish than Twilight's, considering you had no previous strength built against the black stuff, so you just spent your time sitting around or being carried.
The fact you were, in fact, able to walk, was just another reason for that extreme boredom.
And you weren't even carried to many places! Just around camp!
To say you were itching to touch the grass with your actual flesh and feel the thrill of seeing new things again would be an absolute misunderstanding.
And of course you wanted to bound to the first available place you could the very moment you were released from your inability to carry yourself around.
Did you, though? No, not really.
“I'm gonna check out that pond.” You yawned with serotonin coursing through your veins. The same restless feeling you always got when you saw the beach, despite having seen it many times.
It was around the fourth or fifth time you asked to go check out something. The answer was always the same.
This time you felt completely healed though, so you were hopeful!
“And get attacked by that bokoblin?” Legend crossed his arm with a deep frown, he was always frowning, but that frown just seemed more deeper than the others you've seen before.
“What bokoblin?” It confused you, the pond was absolutely empty when it came to any live beings, though maybe not if you counted the greenery and a few fish.
“There could be one. You didn't see the skulltula last time, did you?”
Well that made you frown. It hit you directly where it hurt.
And now you were unsure about venturing that way.
“I'll get Warriors to go with you, if you want, once he's back from the planning with Time and Twilight. For now, let's just do some crocheting?”
You always tried to convince him you could go alone.
This time, you voiced no opinion.
